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[beknightedheroine]

It's so
           L̨o̷u̸d
                      lately.

Someone keeps trying to ask for he l p but it's every syllable at the same time from too many different places to make any semblance of sense. It's an utter cacophony. She hates the noise, even as it makes her want to reach out and try something, anything to help -  to shut them up.

It would be nice to be deaf, but they aren't talking into her ears.

Is there a way to make yourself deaf in the head?

Eventually, she found out.

(location: floor 20, early evening on the 17th)

"One, two, three, four. I think there's one less for each I took."

Sayaka sits astride the edge of the precarious, winding walkway that replaces the staircase here.  In the lap of her black dress are as many candies as she just counted aloud. There's a bubbling sense of self-satisfaction settling into her, and it's not from taking in the fresh air.

Soon she'll find some peace again. Taking a couple candies wasn't really going to do anything permanent. It's easy to find a candy, lose a candy. It's just a tiny little loss for tiny little gain for her. No, no, no! The real path to silence is going to be a little more... forceful. A lot more exciting. Heh, it'll probably even be noisy!

(location: behind you, date unknown)

It's a pretty simple plan, to start out with:

"Uh, hi there! There'snotenoughtimetoexplain, so - Don't think, just run! C'mon, this way!"

Approaching someone like that is pretty likely to be taken at face value, as dangerous as things are around the tower. Sayaka's plan is to play misdirection: surprise someone into thinking there's something after the two of them, and lead them into the trap.

(tags may end up coming from both beknightedheroine  and morituramfides )

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[morituramfides]

(location: floor 43, date unknown)

Jin's part of the trap was easy; wait for whatever poor sap was going to show up. Once they showed up, he was promised a spectacular opportunity. Being up-close and personal was the best way to learn, after all.

So he stayed still, crouched down in the back of a jail cell on the 43rd floor. There was nothing to speak to him now, no distractions. He was left with his thoughts, formulating careful plans in his mind for whoever showed up. Would he start with their chest? Or maybe he should determine their body composition first-- open their heads? Wouldn't that be interesting...

He feigned injury, sitting silently until Sayaka returned. If they were willing to follow her this far, they'd easily be willing to follow her just a little farther. Then both of them could have their fun.


(location: floor 27, date unknown)

It's not like he needed the tools that were littered around the laboratory-- on the contrary, he could easily make due with what he had in his hands and what he had in his head. But everything around here could make it so much more interesting if he got the chance, couldn't it?

The Tower's linearity was a wonderful advantage. Oh sure, it wasn't the most interesting floor, but many people would forego the elevator and pass through here in anyway. And he would so much like to have a conversation, if it convinced them to stay long enough. For now though, he sat at one of the tables, a few chemicals set out before him, a scalpel in his hand, and the blood and pus slowly seeping from his wounds. A small wince here and there, which he'd try to ignore. All he needed to do that was a distraction.